Eli
He hesitantly watched 'Pim'- he thought that's what she called him at least. He exhaled, arms going down, that same numbness returning for a moment as her words cut through him. He suppose he had done more than defend himself, he couldn't escape that fact but- damn it the man had tried to mug him, what else should he have done? It was the man's fault, not his. The man's. He resolutely pushed that thought into his mind, eyes closing as shook his head. He didn't know anymore. He was unsure of how to proceed.
He eyed the ground a moment before looking back to her.
"I have no idea why you should, miss; just, call the guards, do whatever you want." He wandered to a set of crates, slumping down on one, elbows resting on his knees as his hands ran through his hair, pushing back a few loose strands of the dark, neat locks.
"The dagger is on the ground- I doubt I'd of dropped it myself if I was mugging him, I clearly wasn't losing against him."
He sneered, eyes darkly narrowing as he brooded quietly on the crate, a cool breeze of air racing down the alley. Part of him wished she'd leave, as to see him like this felt shameful.
He eyed the ground a moment before looking back to her.
"I have no idea why you should, miss; just, call the guards, do whatever you want." He wandered to a set of crates, slumping down on one, elbows resting on his knees as his hands ran through his hair, pushing back a few loose strands of the dark, neat locks.
"The dagger is on the ground- I doubt I'd of dropped it myself if I was mugging him, I clearly wasn't losing against him."
He sneered, eyes darkly narrowing as he brooded quietly on the crate, a cool breeze of air racing down the alley. Part of him wished she'd leave, as to see him like this felt shameful.
"Si vis pacem, para bellum." - If you want peace, prepare for war.
